1008: C1008 ancient hall of martial arts

C1008 ancient hall of martial arts

4Three months.

These scholars had not had a good rest for three months.

He did not change his clothes, nor did he take a bath. His hair was disheveled and his face was dirty. The sweat all over his body had congealed into a hard shell.

The beautiful woman who had been like a flower or a jade was now almost unable to be seen.

It was only Chu Yun that had such charisma, attracting these scholars like a magnet, causing them to forget about their daily affairs and concentrate on cultivation.

One had to know that these scholars had noble backgrounds. Every day, they would have to bathe several times.

Especially for those young girls, they had to take a bath every day with good fresh milk to make their skin smoother and more compact.

Unlike now, not only was his entire body reeking, even his hair was tied up.

"Aiya, it stinks."

After hearing what Chu Yun said, Fang Yuying finally understood.

She looked at her body with disdain. "I need to take a bath ten times, no, a hundred times!"

The other scholars also nodded in agreement.

It was hard to believe.

Unexpectedly, they hadn't dealt with him in three months.

"After cleaning up, you will fall asleep. You must be in your best condition to welcome the Martial Competition."

Chu Yun did not say much. After three months of being together, these scholars all knew him very well.

They didn't talk much, but each of their sentences could be said at the crux of the matter. They could be said at the finishing touch.

If one were to seek his guidance in cultivation, just a few casual words from him would be enough to open up one's head and push aside the clouds to see the clear sky.

This involves the question of experience.

Chu Yun was experienced and knowledgeable, so he could easily see through the problems of others.

After these scholars bid farewell to each other, they all left.

Chu Yun stood in the spacious training grounds and felt a bit of agitation.

In two more days, it would be the Martial Competition.

As long as he could win the first place, all his hard work in the past three months was worth it!

"I hope they don't disappoint me."

Chu Yun played with the Wandering Dragon bottle, with a smile on his face, he turned and left.

In the blink of an eye, it had been three months since he had entered the palace.

Grand College, Ancient Martial Hall.

The academy was filled with teachers. They were talking and laughing with each other, obviously in a good mood.

"Quiet, Young Master Qian is here."

The scholar at the door suddenly called out, and at some point, the entire academy became absolutely silent, so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

All the scholars turned their heads to look outside.

He saw an elegant young man wearing a scholarly robe with a crown on his head walking in with a brilliant smile on his face.

"Young Master Qian."

Many of the scholars stood up with respectful expressions.

This Young Master Qian was the most outstanding scholar of the Ancient Martial Hall, and also the acknowledged leader.

Of course, he also had another identity, and that was one of the three officials of the dynasty, the grandson of Grand Preceptor Qian Yiqian.

The official rank included three officials, namely the Grand Preceptor, the tutor, and the Imperial Protector.

The three of them had extremely high statuses. Although they were in charge of the civil service, their disciples were spread throughout the imperial court and had terrifying connections.

As the sole grandson of Grand Preceptor Qian, no matter where he was, he held a position comparable to an ordinary prince.

"Tomorrow is the opening day of the next Martial Competition. If our ancient Martial Hall can win this year's Martial Competition with an undefeated record, we will be able to create a new history!"

Young Master Qian was called Qian Yan, he looked elegant and graceful, but was a scholar, which was not the case.

He was a Body Refinement Expert, his fighting strength was terrifying and astonishing, especially he was an expert in close combat. If he were to suppress his fighting strength, no one in the entire Grand College would be his match.

Of course, even if he did not suppress his strength, with his identity as a Body Refinement Expert, there would probably be no one who could be his match.

"The Martial Competition has won ten times in a row, and not one has lost. This is the history we are about to create."

Qian Yan laughed indifferently, his eyes was like lightning as he scanned across the entire competition grounds.

All the scholars were clenching their fists. It was as if a voice was shouting inside their hearts.

Delightful!

Only this year's Martial Competition was far from being a historical event.

When that time comes, the entire Ancient Martial Hall would be recorded in history books, and as the leader of the Ancient Martial Hall, Qian Yan would naturally leave a thick line in history books.

Therefore, in Qian Yan's heart, he placed a lot of importance on this Martial Competition, even more so than the previous nine.

The Grand College's Martial Competition was held once every half year. It was a competition of close combat after the suppression of one's strength.

Why did he suppress his strength? It was because it was unfair to compare the Body Refinement Expert with ordinary cultivators.

The so-called Martial Competition was not about fighting strength, but about fighting techniques.

Thus, suppressing his strength had become very critical.

"Young Master Qian, I heard that during these three months, the Beitang invited the First Pin Imperial Guard, Chu Yun, to be their martial arts teacher, and specifically teach them close-combat lessons."

"That's right, I went to observe their cultivation. I've always used a very strange method to temper my body."

"I've also been watching it for a few days, but I feel that it's completely useless."

Many of the scholars kept talking among themselves. There was not a single trace of worry on their faces. Instead, they were talking and laughing.

Clearly, they all saw this as a joke.

After all, the Beitang was not interested in martial arts battles, everyone knew that.

In the previous few sessions of the Martial Competition, they were at the bottom every single time, and they even couldn't win a single one.

In the eyes of the Nine Links Sect Ancient Martial Hall, the Beitang was simply a joke and not even worth mentioning.

But when it came to things other than fighting, the Beitang was terrifying.

Inside, there were not only two princes and princesses, there was also General Tian Ji's youngest son, Feng Yanzhe, as well as the Prime Minister's grandson, Kong Linqi, the young master of Huo Mansion, Huo Yunan, and Prince Rui's youngest daughter, Princess Ying Yu, and the Shang Shu Family's daughter, Shang Shu Jin.

It could be said that, even in the entire Grand College, his identity was extremely prominent!

"Hehe, if we are to talk about fighting strength, our Ancient Martial Hall might not be able to compare to Beitang, but in terms of fighting strength, when did Beitang even stand a chance against us?"

Qian Yan's face was indifferent, as though he was looking down on them.

"But I heard that they slept on the ground even at night, and didn't return home for an entire three months."

One of the scholars frowned, "I feel that we should at least pay attention. Chu Yun is the first in the Dragon Gate Conference, his battle prowess is extremely terrifying, even the seventeenth prince is not a match for him."

"We all accept that Chu Yun is strong, but no matter how strong he is, how can he turn a stone into gold in three months' time?"

Some scholars questioned.

"That's right. Three months of time has made the worst academy threaten our position. It's just a pipe dream."

"That's right. Even if we are worried, it shouldn't be us. It should be the second-last one."

"Hahahahaha!"

The many boots talked back and forth, filling the whole academy with a cheerful atmosphere.

Qian Yan walked to the front of the main seat, lifted up his robes and sat upright.

The corner of his mouth curved up in a smile. "As the saying goes, stupid birds fly first. No matter how we fly, we are still only birds. As for us hunters, we specialize in hunting birds!"

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